After I cheated to die, I met the demon king who tried to die for love

He didn't look back, "The twelve masters should have arrived." This sentence was for Brother Gui behind him.

Brother Ghost came to his senses and said loudly, "Quick... soon."

Tianzhu said indifferently: "Tie him back to the main hall."

Brother Gui'er was confused and at a loss, "Huh?"

After hearing it clearly, he hesitated to take Xing Lin away.

Xing Lin was sent back to the main hall by Gui Geer himself. Gan Dihua, Xun Weishu and others in the main hall were surprised to see him come back unscathed.

Brother Gui'er lifted his right hand, not too high, and then lifted his left hand.

He hangs very slowly, peeking at him from time to time through the gap.

A three-year-old child was playing with ropes and dallyingly tied both hands. Brother Gui stopped for a while, then stretched out his hand to the right and loosened the rope. After loosening, he looked at the left and loosened the left side slightly.

He glanced between his hands, pulled a small face, turned around and walked out of the hall - the lord said that they should all die, I'm afraid it would not be good to meet with the twelve masters today, the lord's ability would not be good for him. After a little experience, the twelve masters should now ask for more blessings.

He sat on the stone steps, the breeze passed through the hall, and he closed his eyes, as if smelling blood in advance.

In the main hall, Gan Dihua and others called him in unison.

"Junior Brother Xinglin, have you seen the Demon Lord just now?"

"Brother Xinglin, are you crazy? How dare you use words to deceive the Demon Lord?"

"It's amazing, and it's all back!"

"What did you just say to him..."

Xing Lin hangs his hands, his heart is blank.

He understood what Tianzhucai said, and he had a premonition in his heart. It's ridiculous to say that his mind is so clear now, it's actually the most clear and useful day in his life for so many years.

He tilted his head slightly, resting on his raised right arm, his hair fell down and stuck to his side face.

This day has really come, he is not afraid, but has some regrets.

No, there is a great regret.

Within half an hour, many figures swayed outside the hall one after another, slowly filling the square.

Brother Gui was pacing up and down the steps, pulling out a blade of grass from nowhere and shaking it around irritably in his mouth.

Xia Baiyou was a talkative person, and he was tied to the front with a broad vision. He whispered to everyone: "Look at this posture, our masters should be here soon."

Everyone thought the same way, and their nervous hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

After Xing Lin saw the demon king came back, he was half dead and silent. Xun Weishu, Bai Changong and others who knew him well knew that he didn't even worry about sect matters, let alone the secrets of the demon cave. He was scared out of his wits, and in order to survive, he lied to the Demon Lord by talking nonsense.

The others couldn't ask him what he said, and they were worried that he was too frightened and lost his mind. The two groups of people couldn't speak directly, and they looked at each other, and they all guessed what the other was thinking.

It is also human nature. Among the captives, all of them have higher cultivation base than him, and all of them have experienced more risks than him. Relying on his father's shadow, he has always been used to leisurely travels. of.

It's just that in front of the people of the Devil's Nest, it is inevitable that he will lose the demeanor of the immortal sect.

At the juncture of life and death, no one was willing to open their mouths to blame him, occasionally one or two strong-tempered people such as Hu Zheng and Guo Bu'er were angry with him and disdain him, but they only slandered him in their hearts.

Gui Geer looked at the sky, listened to the wind, threw the weeds in his mouth, strode across the threshold of the main hall, and walked towards the back hall.After a while, when he ran out again, no one came outside the hall, he waited quietly at the entrance of the hall, there was no grass to hold in his mouth, he gently bit the tender meat in his mouth.

Hu Zhengru is familiar with his expression—he is murderous in his heart at the moment.

Hu Zhengru couldn't help raising his heart for the masters. He looked at Gan Dihua, and Gan Dihua looked at him, eyes full of helplessness, helplessness, and helplessness.

Suddenly, outside the main hall, the gate of Yufang Palace opened wide, and the two vermilion gates slammed against the courtyard walls on both sides with a bang, no one touched them, as if being sucked away by the hurricane in the inner courtyard.

Outside the door, twelve men and women dressed in various costumes and clothes are coming to the gate.

They were respected by an old man in white clothes and a plain crown in the middle. The door in front of them suddenly opened. The old man and the rest were slightly surprised, but they kept walking.

The door was not opened for them, it was opened for them.

From the main hall to the courtyard gate, with such a long distance in between, the Demon Lord can still achieve such control and strength.

When they entered the inner courtyard, thousands of dark figures in the courtyard greeted them silently, as if walking into a dark ghost forest.

The old man headed by him is naturally the Daoist Guimeng of Yufang Palace. The people around him are dressed in green and jade crowns. There is no anger or anxiety on their square faces, only a chilling majesty and rigidity. This is Xinglin's father, Dongshan School. Yu Shangqing is the leader.

Yu Shangqing stood on the left side of Guimeng Daoist, and on the right was the head of Ziji Temple, Yun Guantian, and the head of Zhenjiu Sect, Hu Desheng, stood on Yu Shangqing's left, and the rest of Hongyun Sect and others lined up in order.

A group of people walked calmly and gracefully, and Shi Shiran entered the hall together.

Brother Gui, who was leaning against the entrance of the main hall, was prepared to show murderous intent and anger, but when the twelve masters entered the door, he lowered his arms and unconsciously weakened.

Under such circumstances, no one paid attention to when the head of the Dongshan School would pass Ziji Temple to take the second place.

Gan Dihua suppressed his heartbeat, and said in a low voice: "The disciple is incompetent and has caused trouble for the master."

Guo Buer, Baichan Palace and others also shouted: "Master!"

Yu Shangqing glanced around the corner.

Guimeng Daoist stretched out his hand to suppress the disciples' shouts, looked towards the main hall, and said loudly: "I'm waiting for twelve old men to come to meet the Lord of Wangyue Cave, and please show the Lord his real body."

After he finished speaking, the hall was silent for a moment, and no one came out. Suddenly, a gust of wind got angry from the soles of his feet, and the robes of the twelve masters were blown away, and the ropes and belts of the disciples tied under the pillar of floating clouds were blown away. Gan Dihua and others Lost, turned his head to hide from the wind, when he heard a bang, the palace door slammed shut.

Guimeng Daoist and others immediately turned around, the gate was closed, Zhu Ruoyin of Hongyun Sect immediately became angry, and shouted: "Devil, what do you mean, I waited for you to come here bright and upright, but you are playing this dirty trick."

Gan Dihua and other disciples were also taken aback, never expecting that Mozun would turn his face as soon as he entered the door.

Daoist Guimeng calmed down, he raised his right hand to signal the silence in the hall, and said to the empty hall: "The Demon Venerable invited me to come, I think he has something important to discuss, is it just to fight with us? Let’s just say that one is one, fearless and fearless, how can you be so dishonest when you grow up.”

A figure came in from the darkness, that person walked slowly to the high couch, looked down silently, "Do you want to be upright?"

His voice was very wrong, dry and hoarse, as if there were gravel in his throat.

His expression was not right, his black hair was draped over his shoulders, covering up the scarlet eyes, but Xing Lin, who was standing at the farthest point of the hall, could feel the coldness that could not be concealed.

Xing Lin raised his head and looked at him.

Ever since Tianzhu vomited blood in front of the stele, he felt bad, and now he had a bad guess.

His eyes suddenly met Brother Gui'er, the young man frowned and looked towards the high couch, then turned his head to look at Xing Lin, his eyes overflowed with worry and anxiety.

Xing Lin's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that he might have guessed most of it right.

Tianzhu in front of the high couch pointed to the corner of the main hall, in the direction of Xinglin, and asked indifferently: "Is this person what you call upright?"

The twelve masters and many disciples couldn't help looking at Xing Lin.

Guimeng Daoist was invited to come here, he had guessed the Demon Lord's intentions tens of thousands of times in his heart, and he couldn't get around the matter of the light keeper, so he had made preparations and filled his stomach with prevarication stories, just hoping to delay it for a while. For a while, after meeting Xinglin and seeing each other again, he did something else.

They didn't know last night that Brother Gui wanted to send their heads first, and they didn't know what happened to Xinglin later, and now they were suddenly thrown from the sky, like a blow to the head, Daoist Guimeng immediately stabilized, and retreated to advance, "I don't know my lord What do you mean by that?"

Tianzhu looked at that corner, Xing Lin was hanging on the rope at a slant, and was also looking at him.

Tianzhu immediately turned his gaze away.

what for?

Is this the liar that your immortal sect has trained to pretend to be that person by releasing ten captive disciples in order to deceive me?

Or... This matter has been a trap for several years, even that person is a fake, they are all spies of your fairy sect who destroyed Wangyue Cave in the past.

He kept telling himself that it was the first possibility, but...that person's eyes, that person's tone...he couldn't lie to himself, he always had an answer in his heart, but he didn't dare to reveal it.

He looked straight into Guimeng's old and cloudy eyes, and said, "Do you know what I mean?"

Guimeng's intuition is that it's going to be bad.

Tianzhu's eye sockets were still cloudy and scarlet. He was dressed in black, like a ghost in the underworld.Walking down the first stone step, he said as he walked: "Ten years ago, Wangyue Cave fought against Xianmen, and the fight was fierce. You are not opponents, and you can't kill me and Wanhulong, so you used treacherous tricks and sent spies Sneak into the Forgetful Moon Cave, right?"

The most terrifying conjecture in the world was uttered by Tianzhu himself. He was as calm as water, and he continued: "Pretend to be with me... first provoke me and Wanhulong, make me kill Wanhulong, and then destroy the devil's cave. Take my life away, kill three birds with one stone, right?"

"So, that person was acting from the beginning to the end, was appointed by others, and it was all fake...Isn't it?"

Things that he didn't even dare to think about yesterday, now he said them word by word, with a calm voice, as if he was gossiping about other people's affairs.

He has already walked down the last stone step, standing in the hall, staring at Guimeng Daoist.

Guimeng Daoist finally took a step back.

He quietly clenched the sword in his hand.

Tianzhu looked at the crowd of people in the hall, and his gaze swept over everyone's face.

Among the dense figures, his gaze did not scan that corner alone.

He saw every face clearly, then turned around suddenly, his eyes were full of scarlet, he gritted his teeth tightly, and said in a low voice, "Damn it, you all should die!"

There was a faint burning sensation on the bottom of his sleeve, and the real Guimeng shouted loudly behind him, "Everyone be careful!"

Suddenly the hall was full of voices, footsteps, shouts, swords being drawn, and screams filled the eardrums, and only he could hear his whisper: "Give him back to me..."